Please comment with a random sentence.
It can be about anything, or nothing.
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Mouse-child I amMouse-child by ~AzizrianDaoXrak
delicate.
I should be a sprite
that would go whirling
across the air
with unbuttoned coat.
But thighs and breasts
give me a name
that is not mine.
I must walk as a mouse,
the way I was taught
in ballet class.
I must not be an elephant.
But, Oh! to be wrinkled and gray!
To walk like a pendulum,
great legs swinging!
I am tenuous, tentative -
a child told
she is too old now,
she can't say what she likes
anymore.
That she must take care
to keep her knees smooth
and unskinned
from tree-climbing.


Lights and Music I need her to belong to meLights and Music by ~AzizrianDaoXrak
one last time.
-
My raw, twisted ballerina
dances naked across the hardwood floors -
all of the lights are off, but
the shadows say so much more.
-
The market air is saturated with saffron.
She flashes me a smile
and holds her hands up for inspection -
purple- and blue-streaked from the cloth dye.
-
Tea at her mother's place is tense.
The light through the lace curtains
is static, and the sparrows
on the chipped teacups flutter frantic wings,
desperate to escape.
But she and I laugh into our cups
when her mother's back is turned.
-
Our first real fight is
drastic, screams and groans hurling
ba


Sick This bicycle creaks under me.Sick by ~AzizrianDaoXrak
There are no bursts of rooftop gold
as the sun sets.
This city is great swaths of gray
simply getting darker, darker.
Cold burns my lungs.
The wind tears mischievous at my skin.
I have no blood left in my body,
this air leeches the wet from my hair,
my eyes, my bones -
Home smells of tomatoes -
dirt and constant summer,
sunburnt red,
rich afternoon yellow.
The thick humidity pools in your throat,
boils in your veins.
But take a deep breath of the mountains,
of growing things -
The tires protest
as I make the turn onto my street.
Three Samson-trees
shiver against this gray sky.
Their manes li
